The sky is slowly turning off
and the streetlights
of the life turn on.

its yellowish light
light up the gray floor
and turns it like gold.

So our steps
can avoid stumbling
with the same stones.

Yet we still fall
like broken dolls
in the gloom

before reaching
the safe harbour
of a warm home

where awaits us
sincere love
and new lights.

Author: Olga Brajnović

Journalist and writer. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Author of a biography. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.

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